My grandma helped me today.
I was in a really bad way.
I was stuck in an emotional black hole.
The vacuum pressure was sucking me deeper.
I stopped and thought about my grandma.
About how much I missed her.
How much I wished she were still here to give me advice.
Her advice was alway so practical and smart and firm.
Her guidance dished out so matter of fact with a side of love.
I pictured myself going to her Catholic Church (which has also left this earth).
I imagined myself sliding into a pew and kneeling in prayer.
I imagined her rosary and how it would feel in my hands.
I imagined finding her spirit there.
I cried. She heard me.
The answer was loud and clear.
Peace came over me.
Where did the message come from?
It was so clear. So real. So matter of fact.
I heard my Grandma speak to me.
Not with my ears. With my heart.
She is still with me, a part of me, always will be.
I draw from her faith. The strength she left behind.
Instilled in me through years of love, guidance and care.
I keep her alive through my love for her.
Love that is undying.
Thank you for always being there for me.
I love you.
|Sunset. Highway26. Year 2008.|